SureAI

Hello! I really liked the first two books so I looked for the third one but it was in German. It hasn't been translated for a while now so I decided to do something really stupid and translate it myself!(even though I don't know any German at all). So with a lot of Google Translate, online dictionaries and some reviewing in Word I partially finished the whole thing. By partially, I mean that there are some parts that I literally don't know how to translate so if someone from the team could look at it and review it, that'd be really nice.(because it's been like 4 hours since I started this) Here:

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The development, first day of the year 4024:

We won. The battle was cruel, cruel as anything I have ever experienced. Several deaths were watering the earth with their blood and soaked it in. The warring tribes had appeared by the hundreds. They had their faces like skulls painted and covered the rest of their skin with black paint. With shouting and raging dances they had tried to intimidate us. They had left dead prisoners of the last battles in front of the bone woman of our tribe. The provocations incited only the bloodlust in the ranks of Skaraggs. I stayed during the battle in the background, trying Kkraka to keep in mind. In the turmoil, it was impossible to me. Spears and slingshot projectiles flew in all directions, shattered skull and could shatter bones. Battle roar tore the air. In a battle in the open field, without a strategy, without a great war machine, which concerned about pure survival's sake, our tribe prevailed at last. The last warrior of the enemy was driven out into the wasteland. I was forced to kill. It was inevitable, while I was trying to look after the wounded. We include high losses. The Bone Woman had no mercy and scalped all enemy warriors who could not escape. The fugitives let them pursue before not even the last of them had passed away.
A night and a whole day take the celebrations now already. The Skaraggs dance around a big fire and drenching with vapors, which put them in trance-like states. They sing, hump and celebrate like there's no tomorrow. I withdrew immediately to nurse the wounded. For my part, I'm just glad that Kkraka is healing come out of the fight. They observed in their orgies with four different men in one night, would have excited me unnecessarily. I need quiet to digest the experience. The course of the battle is uncertain when I try to accurately remember them. My head it displaces and want to forget. I, as I believe a lying warriors of the enemy spear through its soft abdomen drill. I, as I take up a stone and thus the skull of a man strikes, which was drawn with the same authority as I in this fight. At first his unspeakable fear when he realizes that he will die. But only for a fraction of a moment. Then the last life glow that deviates from his eyes, the breath of death. I see that, if I close my eyes.


The development, the 7th day in the year 4024:

I hardly feel like writing. Since the battle I feel strangely drawn out of my body, I was standing next to me. My hand grips to supply the wounded expire without my notionally intervention. My head moves in the spheres of absolute emptiness. This can also Kkraka’s intimate love and desire not to change. Your untamed has increased after the furious victory further. I have terrible nightmares. Mainly, they deal with the events in the battle, but forming them all so that I see as I walk in the dark cave and disappear in it. The Maw draws me like a magnet. distributed over the day I watch him several times. Sometimes I stare for hours into the black hole, looking in the dark for answers. What is hidden in the darkness? Shadows and horrors figures.


The development, the 13th day in the year 4024:

Last night watched me again confused nightmare in which I started my transition into the cave. There I found my comrades. They had been impaled on arms and legs on the walls. They asked for my help, but I was not able to free them from their suffering. They condemned and cursed me before I woke up drenched in sweat. It can no longer continue. My heart threatened to consume me. When everyone is asleep, I'll go into the cave. I am hoping that whatever I find there, can stop these dreams that torment me. It is my only hope of salvation. I'll be ready for anything. My spear out of the battle and my diary I take with me. It should not go ungeschildert which found the end my colleagues and what is in this cave. I also have tied me a bag, in which I gave tubers. Water I will also result in a small amount with me. I know that caves cans run very deep in the rock. In Enderal I have in my previous life some explored the partially full days kept me locked in itself. From materials that I could find in the village, I've tinkered several makeshift torches. Two flints complete my equipment to help me solve the mystery and finally to provide clarity. Once the moon is high in the sky and calm has returned, I sneak to the cave entrance. Kkraka knows nothing about my plan. I think it is better not to put on notice. Our last conversation regarding the cave has made me all too clear that the Skaraggs award did not provide anything about what happened to her, still like talking about her. The reason for this secrecy I'll find out.


The development, the 15th day in the year 4024:

It went deep into the rock. My torches could brighten my way through the tunnel. In the cave there were not many branches. Most of the time led the way straight, but was bumpy. Few bifurcations led to dead ends or in shafts that were too small to penetrate further. Again and again fell through small fractures in rock faint moonlight. My search for the truth led me on until the stones were slippery. A drop of water became ubiquitous with time.
At the end of the path of the rock tunnel released a circular chamber in the ceiling was a large hole. Moonlight flooded the room. Roots of plants overgrown inside via the opening in the chamber. I felt my way slowly through stages, in a sink with a base made of smooth stones down. In the center of the chamber was a round altar, which was irradiated from the moon. I had a similar place of sacrifice as these expected and braced myself on finding blood stains and the last legacies of my comrades. But there was nothing of both. The altar was clean. A smell of mildew and rotting flesh was not clear. The entire chamber was filled with a strange tension. As would be something strange in the air. A force that was not of natural origin. Fear spread through my limbs. I took my courage in both hands and explored the sacrificial chamber accurate. There was nothing remarkable to discover, except for paintings that stretched across the walls of the entire round. When I looked closer, I realized that they had been made with a kind of oil paint. The procedure was opposed to traditional, primitive paintings that I assign the Skaragg culture, completely different. She was clear and penetrating. What I saw on the walls, not fit to their simple murals. The contents of the images were of such cruelty and so grotesque that I cannot do it to put into words. Deeply reinforced rend it, what I found was. Animals that arose with human counterparts in reproductive rites. Indescribable brutal executions. And that was not all by far. The paintings culminated in the middle of the end wall in a large painting. I remember very well the feeling that came over me. My body refused to consider the painting. He refused with vehemence, because he knew what I would see would change me. I forced him to. In the painting I realized between the hands of a deity with five animal heads several people who had opened their mouths to scream suffering. When I took her in closer inspection, I made among the tormented from the face of my comrades. As if someone had torn it directly from his skull and down to the rock, it called me. With growing horror, I found more faces that so much resembled those of my kidnapped companions that cold ran down my back. I saw Vard, the insufferable sailor and our leader Sarek. They were all there, as if they had already been there for centuries in the painting.
The images put me into abyss deepest fear. Worse than in the battle happened to me in the cave. I cannot explain why they have such a cruel action. But still creeps me a fear that makes me cry when I think of it. I can neither understand nor explain. All I know is that these drawings myself deprived of any self-control. Rigid with fear as I was, it forced me my spear to rise up against me. They enticed me to put an end to my life. To kill Me, by my own hand. To my amazement, the spearhead trembling right under my throat as I managed to escape from the rigidity. Can it be that paintings propel a person to know to kill himself? This is not possible. There are only pictures, only simple drawings created by a cruel hand. Nothing has cleared up. The cave still gave me more questions than before, and my nightmares were just horrible by this discovery.


The development, the 19th day in the year 4024:

My condition worsened further, since I had left the cave. Sometimes I hold the same suicidal thoughts who stalked me there. I can oppose them difficult. If there are objects close to me, with which one can itself harm, my hand starts sometimes arbitrarily to reach for it. Then I have them with my other arm, by summoning up all my mental and bodily strength, stop, before it can cause worse. It is as if these drawings something changed in me, all it dismissed my feeling had said in the moment when I decided to look at the painting. It seems to me, as a gateway to the world of the dead, trying to get everyone who has seen it in his kingdom.
The time came when I could no longer bear it. I told Kkraka, my only confidant, what I had done and what was going on inside me. Her face froze in front of my eyes when I told her that I had entered the cave. She was pale cheese. Then they ordered me to keep silent and covered my head with both hands. She looked deep into my eyes. The her, shimmering with tears, it searched for something in particular. In the broken Inal, I had taught her, she told me that it was forbidden members of the tribe to enter the cave. Anyone who dared was condemned, because he brought the tribe in great danger. Solely the two blind men were allowed. I asked her what it had with the paintings in the sacrificial chamber in coming. She was even paler. I had the cave never allowed to enter, she said, and backed away from me. After Kkraka's conception I had brought disaster upon us all. They left the hut hurry. I do not know what she meant by her words, but they mean certainly no good for me. I'll precaution not sleep. I hide all sharp objects so that they no longer are in my sight and then await the next turn of fate.


The development, the 27th day in the year 4024:

I had to learn that love does not protect to be betrayed by humans. Kkraka had done just that. She did it out of faith to protect their tribe and decided to so against my life and our love. Abruptly the Skaraggs came into my hut and dragged me roughly to the throne of the chief. The entire tribe yelled at me. Stones flew. I saw Kkraka next to the head. She wore my conviction with dignity. A warrior as she showed rarely weakness. The Bone Woman spat me with insults, of which I knew to interpret only half. The Skaraggs dragged me to a wooden peg on which they firmly tied me. There I stood, tied up and could not do anything as squirming and seeing my terrible end directly into the eye. Even now, when it's all over and I look at the stake, I cannot believe that I survived this situation. I did not die. The kindly Malphas gave me when I was born, the toughness of a cat. Otherwise than with the fact that I have several lives, what happened cannot be explained.
I fainted, just at the moment when the head I missed several rough blows in the face, pulled my head up and put a bone knife to my hairline. She was ready to demand my scalp for the offense, entering the forbidden cave and have harmed the tribe. I now know what Kkraka and they meant when they spoke of mischief. When I awoke, I knelt in the dust. My shackles had been severed. My body was stiff, as if I'd remain a whole day in this crouching position. My eyes were only slowly clear, before they were able to see that all the Skaraggs lay on the ground – dead, cloddy. I rose and looked at the countless corpses... The Bone Woman, directly to my joining. She held the blade of sharpened bones, with which she had me want to kill. Beside her lay Kkraka. Her hair was matted with blood. She had the head rammed her own knife in the back. They in turn had been murdered by another member of the tribe. As the Skaraggs had suddenly packed a collective self-Destructive, they had killed each other, everyone who had been closest to him. Corpse to corpse I looked blankly. The wind swept it over the bloody body. He was the only sound in the dead silence. Extirpated they had. I sank down beside Kkraka to her knees and put her head on my lap. But I could not cry. Not even scream my grief from me. Nothing was possible.
A week has passed since the accident. I do not try to understand. Everything would amount to the fact that I am the one who is to blame, as well is always something possible. Maybe I was the horror that was in this cave, taken with my view outside. As indicated by the mischievous intent of a vile, supernatural power that loves to see people suffer, they had me not having carried off. She let me live. My thoughts are twisted. I cannot speak, eat or drink. The shock has made me useless. Just as I write, I can use my mind. As soon as I put the book down, I start to go jogging. What shall I do now? I don’t know.

The development, the 29th day in the year 4024:

I've decided to bury Kkraka properly. I gave her a bed of dry shrub branches, you put the defile stones on his chest, I could find and burned them then. My tears evaporated in flames. The rest of the tribe, I cannot prove this honor. I do not have enough strength to settle on a pile. Before the hunger or the Water Crisis kill me excruciating, I will leave the islands. The urge to kill myself no longer haunts me. It is the numbness that makes me unable to be my own man. I know that the Skaraggs say fishing boats. Perhaps I shall succeed, one of them to use for my escape.


Golden Moon, 28 day of the year 4024:

Long has it been since I last opened this book, almost two months. I am in safety, in the care of a refugee settlement on the coast of Arktwend. How did it happen that I came here? I will now briefly describe:
As I had written in my last entry, it had been my goal to escape the clutches of the islands. I struggled before to the coast. As well as direct from the village led a path among the rocky cliffs. Between spray and stone, I found a small cove that hid what I was looking for. Under trenches effort I pushed a small fishing boat into the water and paddled the Skaraggs so out to sea. The small sailing took little wind and I was slow. I could only hope that the flow would carry me to a safe harbor. After a few hours I was so weak that I lay down and fell asleep immediately. long I rested. Until the gentle touch of a hand on my cheek woke me. I saw Kkraka whose black hair spreading across her skin and fell on my cheeks - first. As my eyes cleared up, to peeling of a woman with hard facial expression of the confusion the face. She dabbed my forehead with a damp cloth. On the first smell that I heard, I still remember. It was the trot of anti-herb, a bitter plant with which they treated my wounds. I knew from previous, long-ago days when I had roamed the forests of Enderal.
The current had carried my little boat up to a beach on the continent Arktwend. I had once again been extremely lucky that I was washed up near a refugee settlement, because as commonly known, are these days to find on Arktwend not very many living souls. Completely exhausted found myself in front of the inhabitants of the small settlement. There were mostly good-natured people. They would know me leave there in the wet sand, but they did not. A family agreed to take care of me.
After my first awakening I could hardly talk long enough to thank them for their help. The words came to me simply not pass my lips. They seemed to be trapped in me. The woman named Karmilla who cares with her eldest daughter and her husband Arvil to me speaks, very gently with me. I notice that she was not entirely familiar and careful more about me trying to find out. Gradually are the inner emptiness that filled me. The year in the company Skaraggs drew me hard. Above all, the recent events have left their mark drawn on me.
But slowly I win back the feeling of how life really is and my palate may even again enjoy another dining as mashed tubers.
The inhabitants of the settlement integrate me into their daily work. They give me simple tasks and invite me to dinner. Some men meet me with suspicion. They pierce me literally with questions about my origin. I cannot blame them. If a stranger had been washed up in front of my door, I would have done exactly the same thing. Sometime I have to tell them where I come from and what has happened to me. So far I could not. It is still too fresh. The foundation and the day of our departure have long since passed by. For a whole year I am now already on this trip. When I look back remember that day, it seems as if it was yesterday that my comrades crossed the wooden plank to the ship deck with me side by side.


First harvest, 2nd day of the year 4024:

I could bring myself to tell the people of my story. Some initially did not believe me until the view of the broken man, my eyes, saw the glow of the hearth. This look was proof enough that I dished them no old wives' tale. The rest, eternal doubters I was in their faith. I paid my debt to Karmilla and Arvil from hard work. That's the least I can do for them, after all, what they have taken for me to be. With a little hard me the children of the settlement on the savages have questioned the bones Islands. I told them harmless scarier that far away, as the reality of Skaraggs had really looked. The little ones liked it.
I begin to see the world through different eyes and I also believe that the world sees me now with different eyes. I became silent and rarely escapes me a laugh. Nevertheless, I stand on their own two feet. Since I have left this strange world of Skaragg Islands behind me, I will always be aware clearly where my roots are. I suddenly feel how old memories of home to sneak back into my head. It draws me back to Enderal. If all this I have survived, it is perhaps also the determination of my path to go back there and proclaim my findings. Malphas' will could call it. He gave me more luck than brains to cope with this, my job.


Star Summer Night, the 25th day in the year 4024:

An expedition boat Qyra has arrived in the village. The scouts were on the way back from Nehrim northern climes. I conducted an interview with their captain, whom I described my situation. He allowed me along on the trip after Qyra. Because I followed the same calling and swore not to need a lot of supplies, he asked for no payment. I looked no single coin, which is why I was very happy about that fact. Karmilla and Arvil gave me everything to inventories with what they could spare. I hugged her goodbye. Any kind of thanks is insufficient to outweigh the what they have done for me. I am forever in their debt.
For several weeks I visit the coastline of the continent. Time I go walking, and then I meet a nice dealer in whose carts I can ride for a while. I discover in the desert landscape a unique beauty, and write some poems about prominent points. I had already liked to do in my youth, when I had stumbled across fascinating landscapes. The time here makes me my melancholy least partially forgotten. With every sunrise I move home a piece far. It will not be easy to return to my old life. When I tell my girlfriend the truth, they will want to leave me certainly, Malphas should not bestow a second chance in matters of love me. I could tell her that it was necessary for me to cling to something like love to Kkraka and that I would never have survived without them. Certainly they would not understand. They would respond, as any seasoned companion would react to a cheating with another woman and the disproportionate able in which I had found during its me ignore. I do not know if I even could give her what she deserves, if I were to love them ready as if I had never left. Who knows if it has not already found in the two years of my abstinence a new companion for their side. As you can tell, the concerns of the ordinary, little man holding back in my collection after they were long, long no longer existed.


The departure, the 12th day in the year 4025:

This is the last entry of this report, which had initially documented our journey. In the days of captivity, he has become my most loyal companion, who has lived with me through great hazards. Here I was able to write down all my thoughts. On these pages, my mind was always cool and sharp, even when he threatened to crumble away from the letter. To me it is not easy now to put one last time my pen on the parchment. But it's time to seal the end and pass this report in the hands of our guild master so that it can be published.
I wish no exorbitant pay for what we have found. having arrived Safely in Enderal, for me is more than enough pay. What I hope, is a monument to my brave friends, I have no doubt lost on the Skaragg Islands in an inexplicable support. I'll tell their families what happened, so they do not have to remain in uncertainty. I cannot explain your death. It is linked to the wall paintings that I found in the victim chamber of the cave. Shall I tell people mad who do not want to believe it. I know what I saw and deny a single word that I have written. Malphas highly itself is intended to be my witness. This report is a joint merit. Our discovery lives in him continuing on forever. We were the first who entered the bottom of the bone islands in past sea. May the souls of my comrades, my friends find peace, wherever they are.

I'd noticed that too and while not part of the team and my German is horrible...

Cut & pasted. Thanks for the effort!

I applaud the prior posters for their efforts to translate this book. I really enjoyed the first two volumes and I am very much looking forward to the third.